At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire.

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.

How disturbing it is that our illusions are often our most important beliefs.

Anna Karenina is just a story about a woman falling in love with a bloke who is not her husband. Its gossip, rubbish - on the other hand, its the deepest story there could be about social transgression, about love, betrayal, duty, children.

Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.